


Today's the day

by Hazazel



Category: Haikyuu!!
Genre: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, M/M, Multi, Valentine's Day Fluff, i hope you like the gift !!, this is pure fluff and pining i swear
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-02-14
Updated: 2018-02-14
Packaged: 2019-03-18 12:27:12
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,630
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13681665
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hazazel/pseuds/Hazazel
Summary: Tetsurou sighs, and takes a long look at the queue forming in front of the shop. Thankfully, the frenzy will be over at the end of the day and they’ll go back to their regular baking schedule, which doesn’t make Tetsurou wake up at 2 in the morning.The truth is, it’s not Valentine’s day that makes him so anxious. It’s the glowing red countdown on his wrist – 14,420 seconds left. 14,419. 14,418. His calculator app tells him that’s about 4 hours and 5 minutes. He’ll meet his soulmate when they close the bakery for the lunch break, on the most romantic day of the year, and all he feels is anxiety.The bokuakakuroken soulmate flower shop/bakery AU, that is every bit as fluffy as it sounds like.





	Today's the day

**Author's Note:**

> Hello Dummy, it's me, the mysterious owl ! I had a lot of fun writing your gift, and I hope you enjoy it !!! I tried to put as many things as I could from what you mentioned, so I hope this doesn't sound too over the top. Happy Valentine's day !

****Tetsurou sighs, and takes a long look at the queue forming in front of the shop. The Fukurodani bakery opens in an hour and about a dozen of people are already here, checking their watches impatiently. Some middle-aged men, one or two grandmothers, and a whole flock of teenage girls blabbering happily in the cold. Thankfully, the frenzy will be over at the end of the day and they’ll go back to their regular baking schedule, which doesn’t make Tetsurou wake up at 2 in the morning.

The truth is, it’s not Valentine’s day that makes him so anxious. It’s the glowing red countdown on his wrist – **1** **4** **,420** **s** **econds** left. 14,419. 14,418. His calculator app tells him that’s about 4 hours and 5 minutes. He’ll meet his soulmate when they close the bakery for the lunch break, on the most romantic day of the year, and all he feels is anxiety.

Not the good kind – not the one he felt when playing volleyball and there was only one point left to win the set, the one he felt when he raced Bokuto and their elbows knocked, the one he felt when Akaashi and him first decorated a cake and he saw his eyes light up, the one he felt when Kenma first hugged him. This anxiety is a sinking hole in his chest that his deep breaths can’t seem to fill up. He was so sure – how could it be otherwise, how could it be anyone other than Kenma, who would love him enough ? Who would love him like that ?

And then Bokuto and Akaashi smiled at him, and he forgot how to breathe. Loving one person is hard enough, but loving three… he doesn’t think it’ll work. For all he knows, Bokuto and Akaashi still have a long time to go with their countdowns. The topic never came up, and then he was too scared to ask – “what if”s turning his head to mush. Tetsurou wouldn’t have thought himself to be a romantic, and yet here he is looking at the seconds passing by on his wrist and wishing for his break to never end.

A distant part of his brain remembers that he told Kenma – on a winter night, all bundled up in blankets, pressed close to escape the cold. “My countdown ends in **315,** **4** **60,** **335** **s** **econds** ”, he said, and Kenma wordlessly checked the time on their watch, before closing their eyes and drifting back to sleep.

“Kya ! The bakery opens in half an hour !” one teenager squeals, and Tetsurou takes it as his cue to go back inside. All the lovey-dovey comments of the girls were starting to get on his nerves, and he is glad for the relative peace of the backroom. No one is here but him, Akaashi and Bokuto must be in the kitchen. Tetsurou puts on his apron and busies himself with some last touches on the “Heart to heart” cakes that they’ll be selling all day.

Akaashi and Bokuto still haven’t come out of the kitchen by the time he finishes, so Tetrusou sneaks a glance in the other room. At first, he doesn’t see anything – the lights are turned off, only a faint glow is coming from the oven door. Then his eyes gets used to the dark, and he sees them.

Bokuto has Akaashi crowded on the counter, holding his waist tenderly. Akaashi has his hands deep in Bokuto’s dyed hair, and they’re – oh god, they’re kissing.

Tetsurou sucks in a breath and leaves the kitchen as silently as he can. They haven’t seen him, they can’t have – deep breaths. Maybe that’s why the subject of countdowns never came up, maybe the reason Akaashi and Bokuto were so – maybe they’ve been each other’s soulmate all along and it’s his fault for not noticing. Everything seems to click, every detail falling into place like a puzzle game solved too late.

Deep breaths.

Tetsurou retreats to the back room and splashes water on his face, his mind still replaying the kiss on a loop. Funny, how things turn out. A bitter laugh escapes him, and he takes his phone, clutching it like a lifeline. Fuck, he thinks, this is way worse than any volleyball game. The bakery is going to open soon though, so Tetsurou straightens his back and grabs his phone to send one last text.

**TO >> Kenma :3**

_happy valentine’s, we’re both still single haha_

There’s no response – Kenma must already be at the flower shop.

12,040 seconds. He can do this.

* * *

“We have to go,” Akaashi murmurs against his lips, but Koutarou doesn’t want to – they’re so good like this, pressed against each other. “Kuroo might see us, we really have to go.”

“One last kiss,” he says, “just one more.”

“You said that ten kisses ago,” Akaashi says, but he’s smiling, and he gives in. “It’s today. Do you think we should talk to Kuroo and Kenma about it ?”

“It’s a bit too late, I think. We’ll see what happens.”

They both look at their wrists, and Koutarou knows they see the same number. He would have loved for today to be a holiday, but it had to fall on the one day they have the most customers, Christmas not included. Years ago, he’d daydreamed about this moment in detail, imagining everything from his own haircut to Akaashi’s fingernails painted in black, but none of that will happen. Instead, they are both stuck at the bakery, and, as they leave for the backroom where Kuroo is, they have a pretty sticky situation on their hands.

The first thing Koutarou notices is that Kuroo looks pale, his golden skin unusually ashen. He doesn’t have the time to talk about it though, Akaashi is already clapping his hands and preparing to open the door to let customers in. A hug will have to do. Strangely enough, Kuroo doesn’t return it – he even looks embarrassed, like there’s something bothering him.

“Hey, you ok ? Special day, today ?” Koutarou asks before he can stop himself.

“Sorta,” Kuroo answers, “I… I think I’ll be glad when it’s done with.”

“Same here ! C’mon, let’s go open the bakery.”

 

oOo

 

The customers have been coming and coming. First were two adorable grandmothers that Koutarou should be able to remember the names of, considering they are regular customers. Then a group of excited teenage girls, who came in for the largest cake so they could all share it and celebrate being single.

“You go, girls !” Kuroo said with a slightly bitter grin.

Akaashi noticed it too, and he gave Kuroo a long, worried look, but soon more clients came in and the moment was gone before they could say anything.

 

oOo

 

Barely an hour passed since they opened the bakery, but Koutarou desperately needs a break. His ears are ringing with the noise of the cash register and the endless chatter of the customers, his skin is crawling under the weight of their glares – he still has his hair dyed, even after all this years, and it never fails to cause contempt.

“Hey, maybe we should-” Kuroo starts, but Akaashi cuts in before he can finish.

“Kuroo, maybe you should-”

“I’m on it,” Kuroo says. “Hey Bo, let’s take five, Akaashi will be fine if we only leave for a few minutes.”

Koutarou feels bad to leave Akaashi in such a tight spot, but his heart is aching with relief – they don’t seem too bothered to let him take a break, and he sorely needs it. Immediately after the cold air of the back alley touches his face, he feels better. There’s no one save for a stray cat, and Koutarou closes his eyes, trying to ignore the sounds coming from inside the shop.

“It’s gonna be a long day,” he says.

“Yeah,” Kuroo answers, his voice tight. “I have a, uh, something to tell you-”

“Me too actually ! Go first !”

Kuroo clenches his jaw, then his fists, but says nothing. Eventually, he looks up, staring at everything but Koutarou’s eyes.

“My countdown ends today,” he says. “I’m not sure who it’s gonna be and it’s freaking me out. I thought I knew, you see ? Like, I thought I’d be sure, but I’m not and-”

Koutarou could tell him – even though they didn’t plan this out with Akaashi, now seems like a good moment to say it, the words are going to come out of his mouth any second now, anything to make Kuroo look less upset.

“Guys, can you come back in ?” Akaashi almost shouts, a note of panic in his voice. “I dropped a cake.”

“Oh fuck,” Kuroo says, and he darts back inside the shop past Koutarou.

Well, opportunity missed.

Only 10,804 seconds left anyway.

* * *

 

Kenma hates most people. The list of the ones they like is way shorter, and it’s easier that way. Less time spent on wondering if they like them back, if people noticed all the small things they noticed. Less people with eyes that judge and mouths that whisper.

Yamaguchi is gonna weep when Kenma types in their salary this month, because managing the cash register and actually dealing with customers is _not_ their responsibility and damn if they’re not gonna be paid overtime for this.

“Your total is 10,000 yen,” they say to the first person of the line. He is holding a giant bouquet of roses, and Kenma regrets that they only sell the most artificial versions – these don’t smell like anything, and they’ll rot in no time. Just like most things in life, which is pretty fitting for a day as garbage as today.

“We hope you enjoy our products,” Kenma grumbles as they take the bill the customer is handing them, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Thank you,” the man answers, and then he’s gone, another taking his place.

If they try hard enough not to look at the clock, maybe the minutes will go by faster. Kenma doesn’t understand how Kuro can be happy with his job at the bakery considering he’s still mostly managing the cash register, and not that much involved in the baking process.

Oh no. They’ve done it – they thought about Kuro, and now they have to ignore the next customer in favour of staring at their wrist, and the tiny countdown that says 8,997 seconds. 8,996. 8,995.

“Excuse me,” someone says, snapping Kenma out of their thoughts.

“Sorry,” they mumble back. “It’ll be 5,000 yen.”

A lull in the customer arrival allows them to look at their phone. They have several missed messages, which isn’t surprising. The first is from Kuro, with his usual Valentine’s day greetings. It makes Kenma’s stomach churn – it ends today, the long wait and the long stares. The next few are from Shouyou. He is the only one to know, and it warms Kenma’s heart a little that he has such faith in them.

**FROM << Shouyou**

_happy valentines day!!!!!_

_i know ur countdown ends today so good luck!!!!!_

_tell me how it goes :DDDD_

Surprisingly, the last two messages are from Akaashi. Kenma thought the bakery would be full to the brink… It’s apparently not that true, which will please Yamaguchi a great deal. The reminder that Akaashi and Koutarou – no, they shouldn’t think about that.

**FROM <<Akaashi**

_I hope you have a good day, Kozume-kun._

_Text me if you have the time._

Why would Akaashi want to talk to them, today of all days ? Why does he still insist on calling them by their last name like they haven’t known each other for more than a year ? Did something happen at work with Kuro ? His countdown ends today as well, at about the same time theirs does. What if Kenma didn’t make it in time for the bakery ? Would it be a customer, or Akaashi, or Koutarou, would someone take Kuro away from him ?

Deep breaths. It’ll be ok. Shouyou always talks about trusting your heart, trusting your feelings, and maybe today’s the day to believe in that a little.

“Ah, I see, a message from the baker,” Yamaguchi says, materialising out of nowhere. “Still texting the wrong kind of people.”

“Akaashi…” Kenma is about to protest, but they see Yamaguchi’s knowing smile, and they can’t help but duck and hide their face behind their hair.

“Yes ? What does he say ?”

“Nothing,” they answer.

“Aah, up to something, I see ! Well, tell those owls they won’t steal the spotlight from us this year. We already made all of this month’s budget, we can only go uphill from here !”

“I’ll check on that later,” Kenma says. “When I’m not managing that cash machine.”

“Thanks for doing it, Kenma. I thought you’d like being kept busy.”

Sometimes, Kenma has the disturbing impression that Yamaguchi can read their thoughts – that he planned for Kenma to be at the cash register specifically because of their countdown ending today. It can’t be, he can’t know…

The other option is that he noticed how close Kenma was to Kuro, how close he was getting with Akaashi and Koutarou, and that he did the math and concluded – rightly so – that Kenma had a love disaster incoming. They always thought it was Kuro, the conversation he remembers from their sleepovers tells him their countdowns match, but now they don’t know if they’d be happy to settle with that only. It feels terrible, it feels like treason, to have feelings for more than one person, but Shouyou is right when he says that something as pure, as intensely good, can’t turn sour.

They just have to wait and see.

* * *

“Enjoy your cake !” Keiji says for what must be the hundredth time today. The customer grumbles an answer, but he doesn’t pay attention to that, instead, he anxiously looks down at his wrist, checking the tiny countdown. 5,432 seconds left. There’s a knot in his throat, his stomach is filled with angry butterflies, and even Bokuto’s occasional hand on his back can’t calm him down. He just wants the day to be over with.

They did talk about it, Bokuto and him, back when they used to count down the seconds together, still amazed that the numbers matched. Between hushed whispers of “I love you, I would have loved you even without all this”, they had wondered about the possibility of not being soulmates after all. “I love no one else as much as I love you,” Bokuto always said, and it was enough to shut out any doubts he could have had.

And then he met Kuroo and Kozume, and then the world shook on its axis, and never realigned properly. Loving one person was a miracle, but loving three ? The universe would never let anyone be that lucky.

He thought he’d already found love, how come that he found it again ?

Kuroo looks tense from where he is managing the cash register, his eyes raising up to watch the door every so often, as if he expects someone to walk through and ask for him. He’s never mentioned a partner, but Keiji can easily guess who it might be. Well, if Kozume and Kuroo were together, Keiji could only wish them luck, and try to squash down any resentment he might feel.

Another look at his countdown tells him that there are only 5345 seconds left – how can time pass so slowly ? Yesterday was ages ago, why won’t tomorrow hurry up a little bit ?

“-kaashi, Akaashi, hey, dude,” someone urgently whispers.

“Huh ?” he says, and then, realising the customer in front of him is frowning, Keiji understands that he’s been lost in thought and missed an order. “I’m sorry, can you repeat, please ?”

“I’d like a cake,” the woman says.

“Which one ?” Keiji asks, a little bit impatiently. They sell a dozen different cakes here, why do customers keep asking for “a cake” like he knows exactly which one they picked ? “We have our regular winter cakes, and our Valentine’s special, the ‘Heart to heart’ cake. Have you decided on something or should I explain the flavours ?”

“Well, uh, it’s for my wife,” the woman says, “she likes… she likes bright colours.”

‘You don’t pick a cake according to which colour the top layer is’, Keiji wants to say, and he barely refrains from pinching his nose in frustration. Working with customers is damn exhausting, no wonder he prefers the kitchen…

“The ‘Heart to heart’ cake is this red one, we also have a kumquat cake and a melon blackberry cake,” Keiji says.

“I’ll take the melon cake,” the woman says, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, and for the first time he realises she’s really beautiful – half the clients are staring at her dumbfounded.

“Thank you for your purchase, the cash register is this way,” Keiji grumbles. “Kuroo-san, I think I’ll take a break.”

“Of course, of course,” Kuroo says, “you’ve been at it since the bakery opened.”

The back alley gives Keiji a much needed breath of fresh air. Resisting the urge to pull out a cigarette, he takes out his phone, and hesitates for a few seconds before pressing in the keys.

**TO >> Kozume**

_I hope your day is going well._

He doesn’t even have the tie to put his phone back into his pocket before it beeps with the answer.

**FROM << Kozume**

_u too_

_managing the cash machine is awful, idk how kuro does it_

**TO >> Kozume**

_It’s only for today. Hang on._

It still feels new and exciting, texting with Kozume, even though it’s been months – Keiji can’t quite get the hand at how to speak to them, can’t quite grasp their intricacies. What would they say about his countdown ? How would they react if he told them that he hoped theirs ends today too ?

**FROM << Kozume**

_i cant wait for today to be done w/_

That’s a strange sentence, if only because Kozume rarely expresses frustration. Keiji can picture their scrunched-up face, and he wants to smooth out the worry lines on their forehead.

**TO >> Kozume**

_Me too. Talk to you later._

Keiji claps his phone shut, and heads back into the bakery. Only 4,982 seconds left.

* * *

That’s it, Koutarou has had enough. It’s already nerve-wracking that Akaashi decided to go on a walk minutes before their countdowns end, but he had to spend lunch break next to a Kuroo that only becomes more agitated as time goes by. They haven’t planned for this, Akaashi and him, but he has to do something. Akaashi is on speed dial as soon as Kuroo leaves the backroom to fetch his bento from the locker.

“’kaashi, Akaashi, I can’t stand it anymore. I’m gonna tell him or god help me I will explode.”

He hears Akaashi sigh at the other end of the line.

“Can’t you wait until I’m back ?”

“No ! Where the hell are you anyway ?” Koutarou whisper-shouts.

There’s a pause, before Akaashi answers, “I’m near the bakery.”

“Oh no, Kenma. Fuck. ‘kaashi, I’m putting you on speaker, I don’t fucking care, I’m gonna tell Kuroo. Don’t hang up ?”

No time for an answer, Kuroo is already back in the room, his face a little red, looking confused.

“Bo, what’s happening, I heard you talk on the phone ?”

Ooh god, this is it. The countdown on his wrist is glowing red, 1,156 seconds left, and Koutarou is really doing it.

“Dammit. Ok, Kuroo, you may wanna sit down on this one.”

Kuroo looks suspicious, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing, but he grabs a chair nonetheless. Koutarou is a little out of breath, and only manages to speak on his third try.

“You know how you told me your countdown was ending today ?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo says slowly. “It’s in, like, 1,200 seconds or something,” he says after checking.

“Oh my god. Ok, so. Akaashi’s countdown ends today.”

It finally dawns on him, and Kuroo’s face colours a deep shade of red, before turning a seasick green.

“Dude, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know – if it’s me – I don’t wanna steal him from you…”

“Noo, please, listen ! It’s gonna take a while. So, you came in like a year ago, right ?” Koutarou waits for Kuroo to nod before he keeps going. “And like, Akaashi always said you’d be a pain in the ass, but then you weren’t, and I kinda started. Uh. Liking you ? In the like-like way. But I’ve been dating Akaashi for, like, forever-”

“You’ve what now ?” Kuroo says, like he can’t quite believe it. “I saw you two kiss earlier today, but I didn’t – I don’t wanna -”

“Shut up a minute, will you ?” Akaashi pipes in, the speaker crackling. “Bokuto is trying to tell you something.”

Koutarou takes a deep breath, and goes on. “See, I always knew when Akaashi’s countdown would end. Because we love each other, right ? We’re soulmates, I never doubted it. And then you came in, and then Kenma too, and fuck, it wasn’t that complicated to figure out I liked the both of you, see ? You’re both so great, and like, what if Akaashi and I weren’t soulmates after all ? But it couldn’t be, so Akaashi and I did a little bit of research, and the internet is full of stuff !”

“What do you mean,” Kuroo slowly says.

“You can be soulmates with like, at least six people ? We’ve been in contact with some dudes, they say it’s called polyamored-”

“Polyamory,” Akaashi says through the phone.

“Right, see, it even has a cool name I can’t pronounce !”

“You’re trying to say,”Kuroo starts, but he stops in disbelief.

“Yeah. Akaashi and I have been in love with you for, like, half a year now ? Kenma, too, but we didn’t wanna tell you guys, because there’s obviously _something_ between you, and what if we messed it up ?”

“Oh,” Kuroo says. “Oh. We’re not. We haven’t – they don’t know my countdown ends today. They probably don’t remember – and I never asked them when their countdown ended, I was too scared. Fuck. It’s so soon, I don’t know who it’ll be-”

“That’s what I’m trying to say, though !” Koutarou will make him understands, he just has to. “I’m saying I don’t wanna choose ! Whoever it ends up being, just one or two or the three of you, I wanna make this happen !”

Kuroo raises his head and looks at him like he holds the world in his hands, opens his mouth to say something, but Akaashi cuts in first with a ringing “Fuck. Did you hear everything he said ?”

 

oOo

 

Sometimes, Keiji thinks he’s cursed. Bokuto walked in on him confessing to his mom that he liked him, Kuroo walked in on them kissing, and now there’s Kenma, a crestfallen look on their face, who probably heard everything through the phone.

“I’m gonna, uh, maybe hang up,” he says eventually, and his words cut the heavy silence to reach Kenma, and make them bristle like a scared cat.

“My countdown ends in 545 seconds,” they say after looking at their wrist. “I know Kuro’s does too. We match.”

“544 now, 543, 542 ?”

“Yeah,” Kenma whispers, their voice awed. “Do we…”

“I think we match. We all match. The four of us.”

What are the chances ? Do they really, or won’t they, in an odd twist of faith ? Keiji looks up, but no one in the street is paying them any attention, on one is desperately looking at their countdowns like their lives depend on it.

“It seems like it,” Kenma says, after looking at their surroundings. “We better hurry to the shop.”

“Did you hear all of it ?” Keiji asks, his voice low. Kenma is the least trusting of them, the most easily scared – but he won’t have any of it today. If there’s one chance to reassure Kenma that he likes them, it’s now.

“Bo. I’m in love with Kenma. I’m not sure – they never talked about one of you, I don’t know if they’ll be ok with that,” Kuroo’s voice says from the telephone.

Fuck, Keiji forgot to hang up, but Kuroo doesn’t seem to have heard anything they said.

“I don’t want to do anything that could hurt them – no, Bo, please don’t look like that, I – I love you too. I just… I’m not sure what to do.”

Kenma reacts quickly, and steals his phone from Keiji’s grip.

“You stupid idiot,” they say before hanging up, “don’t move. We’re coming your way”

And then, Kenma takes his hand, and leads them to the bakery.

 

oOo

 

Bokuto’s eyes are huge, and he almost drops his phone on the ground in his hurry to put it in his pocket.

“So that’s really really true ? You love us ?”

The fact that he said “us” and not “me” is what makes Tetsurou tear up. The tears start slow but they keep bubbling in, happy drops of water on his cheeks.

“Yeah, I love you. All three of you. Sorry, I’m just -”

“A giant emotional baby who cries of happiness. Take this napkin, dude, quick, before Akaashi comes in !”

There’s a massive grin on Bokuto’s face, he looks like a thousand bucks in his ugly uniform, and Tetsurou wants to kiss him senseless. He takes the napkin to try and stop his tears from falling on his shirt, but it’s useless, and he opens his arms for a hug instead. There’s only 5 minutes left, which is exactly the time it takes to come here from the flower shop. Soon, the four of them will be here, and he couldn’t be happier.

“Koutarou, I love you so much,” he whispers in Bokuto’s hair, and in that moment there’s nothing else he’d ever wanna say.

“Let’s wait for the others in the back alley,” Bokuto answers, and he holds his hand to lead him away.

 

oOo

 

Kenma can almost hear the seconds tick on their wrist, and they don’t have to look down to see that they’ll be just in time to reach the back alley. They’re not used to running so much, not since they quit the volleyball team, but the burning in their lungs is nothing next to their aching heart – they want this day to end, too many emotions are flooding their thoughts and they just want –

They want a happy place, a house of four, a shelter made of hugs and love, and they’re going to get it.

“We – we should hu-hurry,” they let out, but Akaashi takes their hand to slow them down a little.

“I’m sure we’ll be ok,” he says, “you don’t have to worry.”

In this moment, Kenma believes him so fully that their heart aches.

“Kenma !” they hear, and then Kuro is making a mad dash at them, Koutarou trailing behind him, and the four of them collide with a resounding beep.

For a while, none of them say anything, reveling in each other’s presence too much to break the spell with words, but eventually, Koutarou takes his head off their cuddle puddle to smile at Kenma.

“Hey there, kitty. I love you. Kuroo, I love you. Akaashi, you already know, but I love you,” he says. “Your turn.”

“I love you. You all,” Kenma says, their cheeks burning.

“I love you,” Kuro and Akaashi say simultaneously, before looking at each other and cracking up. Their hilarity is contagious, because soon, Koutarou and them join in, and if they laugh a little too breathlessly, there’s no one to say so.

There will be a time to sort this out, to decide on the how’s and when’s of their relationship, to decide on who to tell and who to keep at bay, but now, there’s only the comfort of each other’s ribs colliding, and if they love each other like this, no one will stand in their way.

**Author's Note:**

> This... might turn into a series... stay tuned !  
> Thank you for reading this fanfic, I hope you liked it. Please leave kudos and comments, as they're the fuel to my writing abilities ! Have a good day !


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